Page 11 of South of The Skyway

She shrugged nonchalantly. “You could say that.”

“Can I have your number?”

“I don’t do booty calls.”

“Like I would assume such a thing.”

She giggled, returning to straighten my belt, untuck the side of my shirt, and run her fingers through my hair. The woman’s touch was a fix I was already craving, and we hadn’t even left yet. I needed to see her sprawled out and needy on my bed. On all fours. Screams muffled in my pillow.

Brexley teased, “What could possibly give me that impression?”

I slid my fingers through that silky blonde hair, tugging her lower lip between my teeth. “I’m not in the habit of being a fast fuck when I stumble upon a dream girl.”

“And what about luck?”

“Luck?”

“Do you believe in it? Luck? Fate?”

“Feeling pretty lucky right this moment.”

“Then count to fifteen, and if you’re meant to have my number, fate will see that it happens.”

“That’s insane. Brexley, that was incredible. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel that.”

“Oh, I felt it,” she said breathily, shooting me a wink before straightening her skirt again, pulling her hair up only to drop it down again. “And if we were meant to meet, we’ll see each other again.”

She giggled when I just kissed her harder.

“Come on, hotshot, let the fates decide.”

“Fuck,” I grumbled, rubbing at my jaw. “This is insane. You know this is crazy, right?”

“Maybe.”

“As long as you’re aware,” I tossed back, fighting the smile as I ran a hand over my hair. “Jesus, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but fine. We’ll let fate decide.”

“Good boy,” she said, slinking for the door as I shook my head.

“See you soon, Brexley.”

The mischief in her smile sent anticipation yanking my spine. “We’ll see.”

My heart stuttered when Brexley walked out the door, every inch of my body rebelling against those fifteen damned seconds before I rushed to follow. The room was full of the same level of chaos as earlier, although my gaze went directly to the now-empty table I’d fished her away from, and despite myself, my heart sank. I bolted through the room and out the front door, scanning both sides of the sidewalk before raising a hand to my jaw, trying to decide if I was desperate enough to sprint off in hopes of catching her. If I’d only known which direction she’d gone.

* * *

Not up for the drive,and secretly hoping I’d run into my Ace, I stayed in a boutique inn a few blocks from the pub. The sushi place was as cool as the reviews claimed, but every little blonde that walked in the door made me perk up, only to be disappointed.

Jesus Rhy, man up.

Brexley wasn’t my first sneaky link and likely wouldn’t be the last, yet none of them had left me wishing I’d pushed harder for a number or a freaking social media handle. Not that she could learn much from the three photos I’d ever bothered to post. Hell, why hadn’t I thought to invite her to the exclusive restaurant everyone—and I mean everyone—wanted a chance to try?

The bed was comfortable enough, but sleep was being an evasive bastard, and by about two in the morning, I’d given up. Should have just made the drive home. I rolled over, shoving aside the fluffy white duvet so I could reach my phone on the bedside table. My younger brother, Jameson, answered on the second ring. We were a polar pair, the two of us, but growing up less than a year apart, all that push and pull came with an unparalleled camaraderie.

“It’s two a.m. your time. Are you drunk or on fire?”

I chuckled. “You’re in port?”

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